Warning: Violence, Language, Sensuality, Peril
A/N: Thank you for all the love on my first post! I am trying to post a new part daily, so If you have any requests or questions let me know! This is an original FanFic, and a continuation of my last post.
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The chill October Gotham evening air fills your lungs as Harley stares at you, her blue eyes almost glowing in the evening sunlight. She looks as beautiful as ever, her pale skin emitting a soft glow as she smiles, you see her mouth the words,
Her sillouette stands out against the Gotham skyline. She is wearing a marveouls bright red dress, a modest, yet seductive article, that fits her body as if it was made for her. Two thick shoulder staps that pull up her breasts with just a small amount of clevlege, form fitting her hourglass waist before frilling out at just halfway down her thigh. Exposing her toned legs before her knee high black boots leave the rest to imagination. The setting Gotham sun causes the skyscraper shadows to spread across the rooftop, brining a chill to the air.
Harley steps towards you, as if in slow motion, batting her long black eyelashes in your direction. Her pigtails blowing softly in the evening breeze. With each step, it seems to get darker and darker. Butterflies fill your stomach, your eyes fixated on the goddess in front of you. The sunlight is gone now, causing the air to grow cold.
A silouette emerges from the darkness from behind Harley, its blue eyes glowing in the darkness. Harely doesn't seem to notice, still moving towards you. You try to let out a noise, but it seems as though your body is frozen. Terror fills your stomach as the sillouette expands, as if it has wings...almost like...
Your eyes shoot open as Harley plops herself onto the bed, causing the springs to whine with strain. "Come on sleepy head, we got some stuff to do!"
Relief washes over you as you realize it was all just a dream. "Good morning Harles." You smile as you wipe the sleep from your eyes. Harley gives you a small peck on the forehead before standing up and walking towards the window. She is already dressed, wearing small black denim shorts, an old "Gotham Knights" baseball T-Shirt that she slopply cut into a tank top, and converse (one red, and one blue). You climb out of the bed, pulling on your T-shirt and jeans. Harley spins around to face you. "Sweetums, I got some good and bad news, which one do you want first?" She gives you no time to respond. "The bad news," She says immediately, "is that Mr. J is not very happy about me running off with you...and the little party we had with his henchy men last night." She frowns. "The good news is that Gotham is a big place, but Mr. J and Batsy know all about it, so we gotta take a little vacation."
"Where are we gonna go?" You ask with confusion. You have lived in Gotham your whole life, and were kinda nervous about leaving. You didn't have much in the city, but you had Harley, and that was enough for you. "I dunno," she responds, "but we will figure that out, but first, let's go get some yummy egg sandwi-" Harley's eyes widen, staring at the air vent that is right above the bed. "Harles?" You turn around to look at the vent with her. Faintly, you see a small red light, blinking between the iron grates covering the hole.
Suddenly, Harley grabs your hand, and sprints towards the window leading out to the fire escape. She pushes you out the window, frantically climbing after you. "Shit!" she exclaims, looking over the railing. 20 feet below, you see a dumpster, filled with garbage from the local deli that serves the delicious egg sandwhices that Harley adores. Climbing onto the railing, she looks at you, "Baby, we gotta ju-"
The blast sends Harley and you flying over the railing, off the fire escape and down towards the dumpster. With the wold spinning above you, you hear Harley grunt as she lands on the pile of garbage filling the grimey dumpster. You land immediately after, safely, onto the bags. Harley looks at you, smiles, leans foward, and plants a sloppy, lipstick filled kiss onto your lips.
You both climb out of the dumpster, and sprint down the alley, taking a left and out into the sunny Gotham streets. You have no idea where you are going, but Harley seems to. After running for blocks, Harley pulls you into an alley. Winded, she looks at you. "Welp," she says between breaths, "so much for egg sandwhiches, huh?" It causes you to crack a smile, before asking, "What do we do now?" Harley furrows her brow. "Hmm, I dunno puddin', let me think."
Your stomach drops. Harley has never called you puddin' before, she has usually preserved that name for the Joker, back when she was with him, that is. Harley is now pacing the alley. "That mean old Mr.J!" she mutters under her breath, stomping her foot, "how dare he try to hurt my Puddin'! Can't he see I don't want him anymore!" "Baby," you say, walking up to her, "don't worry, I'm okay." Harley's big blue eyes look up at you, her pouty lips full and red. You can't help it but hug her.
She sighs and smiles, wiping a single tear away from her eye, and says,
"Let's get out of here puddin'."
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